Tag: ourpoetry
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I wrote this today. It’s called “why I love you”.
you asked me once suspended over a chasm of grief why I loved you I couldn’t string the words around you to tell you thenso I shall attempt to tell you now you are a lavender field earth still wet from spring rainand loving you is learning to dance again hair still wet through the…
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Allēna performed a very vulnerable piece tonight at Poet’s Monday.
This is called “body politics.” Here is the performance. -Australis, he/him, hello, I’m new.
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OUR LINNEMAN’S FEATURE HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED ON THEIR WEBSITE!
We’re going to be featured at Poet’s Monday on January 5th. We’re going to be the first feature of the year! See more details here. -Peri
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This is a new poem called “your god is a boning knife” about my time in the Mormon Church.
the god of your dreaming world is a boning knifemade to pry black from white good from evil, the same from the otherthe wheat from the chaffyou’ve made the sacred into a weapon, a tool and reality into delusion the god of your dreaming world is a crowbar made to pry denial from the self…
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untitled 11/16/2025
the wind in the trees outside my window sounds like waves and occasionally I get a scent that takes me backbefore four unhappy new years wore me down I am less agoraphobic now but this smell is fall’s last breath as it collapses into winter and I collapsed then, tooI thought I’d seen the last…
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I pitched an idea for a spring themed multimedia show to a shop and studio here in town in March or April. They say they’ll get back to me next week.
If this goes well, I want to do it again. I think I’m going to put it together regardless, though. -Allēna
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This was the result of a very special workshop on ekphrastic poetry today.
I am a sorceress, twice in exile – they claim my magic is merely madness, butthose with the eyes to see know betterI am the voiceless breaker of curses, until now bearer of grief no one knows aboutI am no one’s prisoner anymore to know myself is to know my powerto know myself is the…
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I found this gem from 9/20/2022 in our Google Drive.
I am longing for longing’s sakeI’ve struggled to let my heart want what it wants for so long that I’m going to let whatever haunts it haunt me. And fuck, I want so much. there’s a man back east mysterious and strange fascinated by everythingI think he may have been thirteen the first time I…
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I wrote this based on a conversation I had with a cool fellow poet after Poets’ Monday last week.
“fog kisses” the lake visits me and gives me little fog kissesas she’s been doing since before the housereached out its unforgiving arms and swallowed methey caress my skin and turnthe street lights into stage lightsevery turn on the drive home is a perfectly framedwork of art I once called her my wife many years…
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“regarding an incident on october 20, 2020”
dancing off the edge of the worldtired of all the motion and the sickness it’s been five years and I’m not sure if I’ve gotten better or so much fucking worse (I feel like a walking corpse)(a snake in your garden) I still hate you for what you did except I tell myself I no…